Quote of the Day
"One bleeding-heart type asked me in a recent interview if I did not agree that 'violence begets violence.' I told him that it is my earnest endeavor to see that it does. I would like very much to ensure — and in some cases I have — that any man who offers violence to his fellow citizen begets a whole lot more in return than he can enjoy."
Colonel Jeff Cooper
Friday, August 29, 2014
It makes me feel a bit sad.
I was out walking yesterday, with no real destination in mind. Got down to the gate, and there was a package for me. Fedex and UPS can't get up here anyway, so they just leave my stuff in a bag tied to the gate. The UPS guy will call me but it's never the same Fedex driver so I just find things down there.
Before SciFi chick passed away, she had a little give away thing on her blog. I always enter those when someone has one, because I feel like you should be supportive of other bloggers and their efforts.
Once I won at The Other Ryan's Total Survival Libertarian Rantfest. I think it was the only time I ever won anything other than the "you get audited this year" lottery or the "pull over so I can search your car" game the State Troopers play.
But I won the little game at SciFi chicks. It was a set of four books. People had recommended them to me but I never got around to buying them.
When she passed away, I figured the books would not come and it didn't worry me. It seemed pretty trivial compared to the enormity of someone you "knew" on the net not being there anymore. I'm getting long in the tooth, and there are not many of my old friends from high school or college around anymore. I quit taking the UNM alumni magazine because I couldn't help going to the "In Memorium" section for the early 1970's, and I found too many names I knew.
Most of my extended family other than my siblings are gone now. Aunts, Uncles, my father, and so on, not around anymore. So I'm not exactly unaccustomed to this kind of thing. It may just be , in this case, that the title of the book made me feel strange. "Going Home" is a Southern euphemism for death. Nobody here EVER says the D word. Even if you are not religious, they say "he passed" or "he went home." When Ragnar was so sick, I couldn't bring myself to say that word. Nobody at the vet would use it either. I think it's because it seems so permanent and so lonely.
Anyway. She was a nice lady. We weren't close friends, I read her blog and sometimes people would talk about her on other blogs I read. When I communicated directly with her about another matter, she was very gracious and pleasant. Her blog is still there, too. The other day I ran "Ragnar Ferret" on the google search, because I was thinking about him and feeling a bit low. He came up in all sorts of places. People had copied his picture and used it in their blogs. That's good, because as long as there's an internet then it won't ever be like he never existed. The same thing is true for the rest of us, and for SciFi chick. That's a good thing.